Chapter Four

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Jazz’s P.O.V.

 

I jumped up from where I was sitting. My face twisted in pain as I held onto my foot, almost falling over in the process. The person who scared me from just now was holding me up. I was about to apologize until I looked behind me and noticed who it was. My eyes widened from shock. Mike smirked at this.

 

“Klutz, much?” still smirking he helped me stand up more straight.

 

“No!” I yelled back, blushing in the process. I looked away from deep blue eyes. “I almost got hit by a car…” I mumbled in the other direction.

 

“What was that?” He asked.

 

“I almost got hit by a car.” I said a little louder, feeling like an idiot.

 

“Huh?” was his response. I turned in his direction and glared at him.

 

“I. Almost. Got. Hit. By. A. Car!” I said emphasizing each word. He was staring at me like he just realized something. He snapped out of it quickly and just looked at me in disgust. I quickly pulled away from him, regretting it soon after. I fell straight on my butt. My face felt hot when I looked up at Mike again. He didn’t laugh at me, he looked pretty pissed. I sighed in relief and looked at Mike curiously. “What was that all about?” I finally asked to break the tension. Did I say something bad? I tried to think of the last thing I said but after all this happened I can’t seem to remember.  He finally looked straight into my eyes, making me feel a little uncomfortable. I started playing with my hands, very confused.

 

“I’ll tell you later, how about that?” he gave me a small smile and reached out a hand to help me up. I shrugged, it’s whatever I guess. I took his hand generously. After what seemed like forever of him holding onto my hand I just quickly pulled it away.

 

“So…um thanks for catching me?” I said lamely. Even though he was the one who kind of made me fall in the first place.

 

“Anytime! You do realize now you owe me a favor for saving your life.” He smirked at me eyeing my body up and down. I squirmed, him staring at me like that made me feel hot inside. I took in a deep breath and began to run into the ocean, ignoring the pain in my ankle.

 

“Oh come on! That’s cheating!” Mike yelled after me. “You’ll hurt yourself even more! You know you waaaaant me!” I heard him getting louder, he was running after me. I started run faster, my ankle feeling worse. I felt hands wrap around my waist, Mike pulled me close so that my back was on his stomach. “Got you.” He whispered in my ear.” It sent shivers down my spine. I quickly pulled away and faced him, sticking out my tongue.

 

“You only won one because my ankle hurt.”

 

“You know you are only using that as an excuse.” He rolled his eyes, which were really dark against the night sky.  Wait…night? Oh sh*t!

 

“It was nice seeing you and all, but I have to go get ready for my party tonight. I hope I can see you around?” I rushed all my words out pretty fast and smiled big at him. I hope I can see him around again.

 

“I can’t agree to that.” He said frowning. I immediately felt depressed.

 

“Oh..okay. Well bye.” I waved to him and started walking to my house. The ground disappeared underneath, Mike was cradling me. “Um…what are you doing?” I instantly blushed; I bet I looked like a tomato right now. Mike let out a light laugh and started walking in the direction I was going.

 

“So I take it that’s your house over there?” He nodded straight ahead.

 

“Mmhm.” Was all I said.

 

 “Alright, well then I will be your escort there. While I’m at it I’m going to go ahead and attend your party too.” I looked at him in disbelief.

 

“What? For one I can walk and two I most defiantly am not letting you go to the party.” I glared up at him. He kept looking straight ahead.

 

“Well I kind of owe you big time anyway.” He sighed and kept walking. "I only want to go to the party because I need to take a lot off my mind, and you'll be there." I blushed at that, then just realizing what he said.

 

“What did I do to make you owe me something?” I asked. He looked down at me with apologetic eyes.

 

“Well…”

 

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